..we have our time..
       ..and most off all it was
drastically very fine..

         delicious to dine
    that blood wine..

but life is all ways so serious and sad..no room
           to be glad..

..the all that you have..life..the gift..and it's the only on..

              ..no room to be glad..
                          ..just mad..

life in it's wonders..are not enough..but when something
happens you as a subjective..you yourself..everything is
suddenly just bad..bad..bad..

                 ..don't get it..i will never understand it..

..that were are not equal..

              ..we're just the sequel..
          ..and yeah..          
                   ..there's heaven..and all that..other stuff..
                        ..yeah..seems like it..

..the perfect poem..
   ..is like a perfect diet..

                 ..or the perfect addiction..

       ..soulmate to yourself..

           ..to nurse your oblivion..
                           ..to take care of your universe..

             ..the poem..the word's..sentences..
              
                              ­   ..your life..

                  ..there's your perfect..
          ..if it even exist..

so mayby little china-white ain't so bad
                after all..

..or wine with crystal ****..

        ..the poem is you..

..sorry i miss to turn left..right was all ready destroy'd..
                        ..so i when't along..

                                    ..straight to the Alabama..

..iv'e never met a life this comatose..
        ..different..this unbecoming summer..night
                    ..& struggling fight..

just to be me..just to be..just to breath..

..but you no what they say..never say never..

                                   ..i believe in you too..

i'm a little too much to handle with care..little
           too much to look the other way..

                        ..little too much to be just me..

             ..if there's a place called..
         ..free..

i'm little too hungry for everything..
             ..nothing's enough..it's either too slow or too numb..

i'm just a little too fast for my body..i'm miles away but i'm still here..
                 ..too heavy and at the same time too light..

angel that isn't an angel..but still over whelming..just too little
                  to go down..
                               ..give up..

start a war at very wrong reasons..i'm just too little out there..

                         ..words..words..words..

            ..action takes control of words just too little..

                              ..on sidewalk..all alone..no cares
              anymore about our home..within..
    
                                     ..& somewhere where our dreams are born
                      & the same place that they wither & die..

                                                       ..it's just too little

                                    to hold on..to go on..
                          ..to know off..

                                         ..but i'm clad that there isn't
                                       too little pray to say out loud..
                                                              ..i'm just too little too happy
                                                       being sad..

..this a little odd words
from these lips..oditary
2 myself 2..well..maybe u can see it..
maybe not..
       ..i don't give flyin' ****..

..cleaning..OK..it's easy
if you can start it..
          
           ..then u even wanna clean your neighbor house at
                                  the same  cost..

..but starting..

         ..every fu**in' thing is like invitation to **** yourself..

..but after it all you feel so fukin' fantastic..
                  ..top of the world..

but there's a point too in here..
                    ..but the hairball's are like people
        ..fighting back with every living soul
                        2 not 2 go at  the dumster..sewer..etc..
  
        ..so that's why i'm all most certain of divinity..
             ..The Big Book says: GOD made man to his image..

                         ..so there it is in black and white..

                                          ..divine germs..

( i just washed and cleaned my bathroom and SAUNA..6
it all came to me from this hairball going to the sewer
in stream..)

..yeah..i know..

6th of July we remember our one of the greatest hero
             ..Eino Leino..
   ..writer..journalist..critic..

but most of all an
individual who never gave up..and

in my opinion
the strength of our little lady
called Finland..

..he cave us a belief to our self..
            ..our eyes thy see the sadness and fight back..
                        ..he cave us our back bone..
..our *******'s..
..and the faith of the impossible..


& i'm glad it's my birthday too.
.as a man manipulating words..
                          
                ..the day is also the day of poetry..

..and playin' with the letter's
at the age of 18th..
                      ..iv'e learnt..nothing..
                    
                               ..all that i need to know
                                       to grow..and grow
                          ..until it's my time to go..

INFINITY IS THE ONLY TIME..& SPACE..

..cheers.. Eino..

..me..me..
                   ..me
                             ..me..
             me..
                                                               me..

                                        ..ME, MYSELF & I..
        
              ..all ways first/last..
            even do
              you've done
                  something
     super
     heroic
     shearing..

            ..& you still gonna feel
                                   ******* amazing
                                   after
                          the Marvel's
                                      every
                                  masterpiece..

           ..it ain't conscious..
                   ..you just really
             don't even
                                               know
                 what you are & '
                        that you are
               have done something
                           magnificent..magical..
                                          ­ ..water to wine..

                   ..but there's still
                        the reason
                    for all this for sure..
                                     ..is that if you wanna
                             look awesome for who ever..self..
                                           ..ME..
                    
                                     ..the beautiful/psychotic
                              our wall's of
                      our unstoppable genius
                                        psychosomatic..
        ­             ..filosophy..
              ..psychology..
              biology.­.chemistry.
                          .math..metaphysics..etc
   ­                                                ..etc..  & etc..

                          SO...?    HMM..?

                            it
                               is
                     all ways me..******* ME..!
                                                       

       ­                                              me..
              ­                          me..all ways me..

                                      the first  
                                          and last..

                ..maybe our
                     narcissist  
               little steps
           that
                   we take
( without a thought.. )
                             even when we're blind  
                                                         ­   as a bat's ..

I AM THE FIRST

AND THE LAST

                   ..how can i
                      think this everyday

                                                  ­        (******* day)

         ..superior self..evolution..

                       DARWINISM...??

                 ..AND where's GOD..
                                        
                               HAH..
                               ..YEAH..
                                 ..WHERE..
    
                ..it/at
                  ain't dead..
                       when
             M.R. Nietzsche
           promulgate that it's dead..left humanity
                                  to it's on beatitude..mercy..

              misunderstud at our cursed
                humanity..our stupidity..pessimistic reality
                                        of us ..**** Sapiens..**** Idiotical..
                         for real.. and truly true
                                             to end of the horizon..
                                                  ****** up in
                         our
                                      incapability..
        ­                     ..to never love the
                                 mirrors again..

                    ..Narkissoss..
                     ­     flower narcissus..blessed tale..fact..

                                                 ..AMEN..

                               ..me..me.me..
          ­                           there's no other..

                       ..like me..

                                        ..so we have lost..'
                                 so many steps..
                                                 ..gone all ready..
                                 ..GONE AND DEAD..
                    ..but..but..
                         ­        ME..myself and I..
                            ..wound forgive..forget..
                                              w­ould
'                                                        LOSE with out
                        
                                           the infernal noise and war..

                             ..of us..individuals..
                                               ­              ..US..
                                         ..ME & YOU..

                    ..THE FUTURE..

                    ..just loose that      
                                   " me"
                              to the tomorrow's                            
                          ­     infernal affairs..

                                       ..there's all ways more & more stairs..

                  ..and that's HEAVEN..for me...!!!!!!

..we're lookin' always these nutshels..

           ..implicitly..

progress..etc..

                               ..are u there anymore..

hellou..

                            implicitly..


more than enough is too much..going with
                    
              it is
                too much and too less..
Every-
time..

..plase dear..don't go
            so arond..  
                    
                 ..you still find yourself in the same place..

       --is it home or somewhere more near to you..
..          ..to yourself again..the
                            
                                     ...mirror doeesn't ever lie..
                ..so go with it..
                                                   ..nothing in everything..

                            ,,boo.boo.boo..

..yeah..
   ..so..i'm
          cuckoo..
..crazy..insane..skitso..

               ..imbecile..******..

           ..big deal..

every ****** on this god forsaken planet
                     ..are..              
         ..insane..

everyone's controlled..
      
                ..by they're own EGO
                            ..and the one thing
               that  
                                 separate's me
                from them..
              
                       ..are..
                                   ..in it's simplicity..
          
                                     ..i
                            just say it
                        out loud..

              ..& not be embarrassed
                                by it's existence..

            ..and the happy fact..
               ..is..
                           ..that you can't
           never get a ride off
                          this blessing..

     & the funny part
              is
         that the largest
                              percent

            sees as a curse..

                      ..why to whip your
                  divinity
  under
           the fukin' rug..
        
   &
            the GOD is insanest  
               of all..

what other
      would explain IT'S
         continuous change of heart..

with fukin' everything..
           ..us too

            .. & remember..
                     we should be HIS image..
                                  
             ..that's the gift of life..
      .. & that
                     too

                many forget's..
                                
and just
     continue 7 to 3 drama..

              ..they're loss..

i ain't never been envy to other's
             or no one..

                ..'cause this gift
                          ..is way too short to
           lose my energy
                  to other's
                           thought's..

sorry..

..slice.by slice..
..piece  by piece..
       ..getting it's form..it's blase..it's
            change of it..

But all we know we come to our mother's metra ..
      ..were blind 4 nano second at least..
                ..same thing..at least the one's that get that..

..how much time too u think that we have thonger out of our stupid..made belive..problelm's..and do you
.              even know true love...
..i do..and it hurts the most of all that I have witness..3/4 of my heart went to love..or what thougt love..i've would have give my life that somebody gould keep living..LOVE..jist a word what we made to oirselfs to survive..to control..to ****..to say something when it feels awkward some **..what ever..but we're not out word's or language..that would be just plain skitso and dumb..yeah th the 10%:t..but still..there's jus another  'fact' that we eat
          without chewin'..ain't the first time to ack like ape..throuing boo as funny business..OR we know why you but us in cage's..


   ..made up words to get along..to explain our simplicity to others....the ******'s that make's us belive that we are in charge..

              ..words that have made all war's exist..and blood spilled..

       ..we need them but it would bea very sunny day..when we
             learned to use them too much..like this my contribution..

..can i visit in you..can i see trough your eyes..
                   ..can i
           even know you..somebody..
      ..anybody..somewhere..same to me..it's just to be..to feel..to move..
                                     and to stop

..your there i'n the wall's..trying your best..
                       ..and out here..
        ..under this deep..deep water..

                                 ..and i hope i meet you someday..

..you die and you die
       and you die..¨
    ..every second you breath to stay alive..

seconds past you by..minutes..hours..
                      ..days..
             ..years..

and you still keep on dying..
             ..till your death..

but what's your life between in those seconds..days..
                   ..year's..
           ..what.s your poor life..
in the moments of crazy..wild life..
            ..***..drug's and rock'n'roll..
..girls..boys..toys..joy's..

                  ..poison or pleasure..

candy or treat..
           ..honest or lie..

it come's close when you least aspect it..
                       ..your choice..

                 ..to live or die..

without words..
without passage..

                         ..live and die in pleasure..

           ..you can't miss..
                                               ..big boy..

stay away..go away..be away..

          ..don't need a suicide..
               ..don't need
              nothing
                              to do with yours..

keep in to my life..or get as far as you can get..
            ..little miss ******' sunshine..

                 ..you and your fake morality
                                      can **** it..

..do you remember the brick's on your wall..

                       ...surrounding your tears for escape..
                   ..from the hole..the too many hours in blindness..

            ..no time to describe the crack's  
                                                       of the wall's..

                   ..there were no answers to put these in the puzzle

           ..that is the only way you..or her..the Diamond..
                                       ..we all got this same dilemma..

             ..brick's in the wall that chained you..
                                    ..to see only
                         the wall and the brick's..the way out..

concrete manipulative..seeing through all those eyes..
                              ..that you see on your mirror every day..

              ..seeing the one and only truth..
                               ..you really don't know anything..

            ..you have an idea..and you have your backbone..

                               ..you have your curiosity..
                                                ..god­
                          ....our wall..our own..bricks and all..
lines..no whey back..
                                            ..it's just a beautiful circle..

                     ..to go and figure it out..too see it
                                                  in our blindness..

                          ..who knows were we start and were we end..

                                     ..so there we are..

..therapy..be weary..
      ..it' s scary..

             & you might lose your Deary..

and all thought this poem ****'s ***..big time..

or not..

..all ways remember the ***..

..you know you 'gonna go away..somewhere..

                    ..do you believe it..that somewhere..

..or do you hang to yourself..
                    ..not to give up..say *******..to to the broken..
                            ..heart and soul..

              ..and still you know that you 'gonna go away..

                                           ..somewhere our nothing..

              ..go trough to you..
                                 ..to somewhere..
                        
                      ..or else..

..as people like my mind..the words..
          ..i kind of blush..
   ..do you even know me..
                      
                            ..where is my mind..
           ..or are yo blind..

..go away or stay..
          ..don't play anymore..

your not a kid no long..

..where were you when i loved my razor
                    where are you anyway..

      ..not here..nor there..
                            ..not anywhere..

..let me out or let me in..
           ..iv'e got my changes..
    ..learn't..got the knife..no heart anymore..

                                       ..is there still more i have to give..

..phone..the individual..sorce..of no coming back..in the moment..
     ..talking too much aint the one to
           Please..so you gonna ask yourself..
            ..where you at..whats your point..

..who you are and are you still steady..

            ..slow suicide its not the
                    way to go..

            ..or *** it..no sleep after          ...
..daylight..

           ..buatiful roaď to you..

..what's the point of life..
       ..when you know that you going to die some day..

                ..where's life's priority's..meaning..

                ..structure..belief..

i'.m a humble man but i can't look in the other way..

                ..this is just straight up *******..

                     ..so try an smile in these conditions..

            ..be happy..and care 4 your children..

                                                ..i ain't happy..
                  ..i'm fed up..

crosswords..dementia..
                                        ­      ..death..

..and what is life before that..

                       ..not sweet bunny's..
          ..i'.m sure
                                        ..
                 ­             ..nothing and miscellaneous pain..

..bow when there's a change to be a man to this honorary..
..of course..
..you don't do it lightly..without any living experience that
can stand by your side like a 'blood brother'..brother in arms..but to take a bow you have to have mind blowing adventure..concrete..a tale that will be told generations to generations..mouth to mouth..and it's all ways
as breath taking like then when you had to go through to it all..tale brings tear's to those ears that hear and live it all most the same way..there will be gasp's with eyes like full moon's relatively hidden  secrets at the chaos..at the blindness for seeing any of the GOD's..the pride oneself on or upon something that i would count equal to the speciality of the universal adventitious secret of the power's within the bow..and the humility of it's infinite magic..& we know deep within...that when's the time to bow..it's kind of like a source code in our backbone..there's millions of spells to take a bow..you have to be absolutely 110% to make this mode of will and power..'cause after you can't get rid of the kiss of GOD's..so bow only when something/somebody deserve's it..the life ain't gonna be boring after the first time..with right zoom trough of it all..no coming back..your our no JACK..

..my word'
s are gounted..

                  ..'cause of
this
           fukin' computer..

..it slip and slides trough subject..

..no grammar..        &
               ..more than church..

more than all ..
              and
      no one..
 
 ..after all
what DO you know..

cheers..
               lady's and gent'...

more of us..
                   ...more all ways..
there's more ways
                    
                                       ­     ..right there..

            right there..

                     ..thanks..

..mourning rust..
      ..that peelin' on my cement ways..

  ..and im runnin..runnin..
        ..runnin..and theres no sound
                                    any more..

..no more..no nothin..Just
               mourning rust..

    ..chalk on the board..

          Zgrriiiigh..zriiihhh..griiigh..
               ..aaauuuuaaahhh..griitzh..

..scratsh my toes with a rusty nail..its just fuked up clad to be..
          ..my zero 2 all the way to
     .some
              ...where

      .. else..

                   ..mourning rust..

..same is alone & the streets too..
             ..no giving up..stand tall..
          & be recognize is the same..

       ..many wonder's go trough these gates and no
                                        one has seen them sense..mystery..
               ..why not..

but the same is all ways at the same spot as the same should be..

                                      ..thinking over it's same to me..

               ..what do you think..?

              ..trade union..

..more..

..me..myself all alone..again..day by day..
..why haven't i've done nothing..but all..that
          i ever gould find..within..

                 ..no surrender..no retreat..

..poem is a poverty..
         ..godliness..mess up mind..
      ..down under..fukin' Satan..
                 ..kissing god hairy ***..

                ..poem come's from weakness and despair..
                                        ..just a few word bind to infinity..

                  ..there's a joke in poetry..
                                        ..no one really get's it..

                    ..Bukowski was the greatest clown ..
                                            ..or was he..

                            ..alkoholisticshiteatinnarsist..

                                    ..& chauvinist  big..

               ..and love him to the death..

                                        ..joke's on you mothaf*a..

               ..keep the words flowing..u wimps..

..and don't come back..

..i would like to add me
        but that's nonsense..

       ..who wouldn't like sentences..word's..worlds..
            ..who wouldn't like bourbon..
        Bukowski or Pessoa..or still me too..

But adding something to anything is chaos..as we see it..

       ..so add my add..your's..it's still the same
              agenda..

             ..just to be..        ..again..

..hell ain't got nothing..
          ..to life..

who the **** wan't to go to heaven..

    ..that's not the paradise..

..heaven..that's just more pain that you don't understand..

         ..hell's straight..

and i ain't talkin' no satan..

..egoism..poetry..death..
        ..how much can love wan' t..
          ..hope not much else..

..it can go bad and it can
'             go worse

  ..but it's still all ways  the same..
               ..life at it's funniest..

game that share us together..
             ..and bother..

i don't  know nothing..
        ..but still it's more than enough

                       for me..

because
there's
all ways
something new..

..go trough a dream..

              ..and wake up..and your still there..

   ..say the words that live's your life..
'                  ..in a morning light..

                                     ..truth is elsewhere..

            ..GOD & Satan we do not understand..

  ..and this when't over your whip..

                     ..don't worry..
            ..you gonna die too..
                                       ..then you see..

..i haven't drink enough yet..
         ..this take's some time..

                     ..bodywork..
      ..soul's unjustly
                     miss direction..

no deal..more drink..more self-loathing..

..what a joke..

there's a poem 4 u..

..no surface..just gruel notification..just a feeling from the true and all the lie's that go with it..

..poetry..yeah..great..**** me..

            ..there's never enough fukin to make  this..      
   ...place better and worse..
           ..smile and you die..

..my mouse at it's
  running
           wheel..

   ..just step it up..
           ..you 'gonna get there..

..add one to the plus and what you get..
            ..more time off course..

there was a man somewhere living his life..and all of a sudden
           there was another man..
                          
     ..and they didn't know what to do..
                     ..looking each other..smellin'..touchin'..

    ..add one to the plus..and that you get..nothing..

                           ..two strangers poke to each other..

    ..who are you..WHO are you..what you are..
                               ..WHAT
                         you are..time when't by and they started to
             feel each other..
                             ..and then there was this curvy being standing
        not many feet away..lookin' shy..dumb..not like these two..

                         ..and one added three..with complications..little blood no
           and then..yelling..cursing..

                ..and stupid moves that looked like dancing..

what i'm about to say is..don't near the fire..or don't fall in love..
             ..or add anything to anything it still doesn't add up..

                                                  ..rest in peace my three kings..

..i am nobody and
             yet i'm everybody..

            ..i'm free but still captured..
                     holy
              and the pagan..
                             ..still..but gone..

                       ..i'm who ever i choose to be..but still i don't
             really recognize the form i live in..

                              ..the mirror is false
                                      and true at the same moment..

                  ..and still i can't believe the geometry of
                                 being here..in the moment..& breath..

           ..holy and unwise..
                       ..cursed and blessed..loved and hated..
  
                         ..and is it/it is..
               all combine..together..

     ..without any real outcome..
                                ..this madness chuckle 's together
                 with me..or us..or them..

                        ..& i'm happy to know with out knowledge..

                  ..& the greatest regrets..

                                                      ..it's out there somewhere
                       are you there..?

..blue green chills..
..sleep in the the deep water..

           ..wake up..wake up..
                 ..it's not a dream

cold..cold front..freezing death coming upon you..
true..true..so blue it's the horizon of youth..

                    it's everywhere..
   ..there
                & there..

did you look even any where..

                        ..blue..blue..
            ..like clue to the clue..

..and boredom still..middle of this all..

                      ..cruelty..&..lonesome
                 ..some or the other one..
                
                                          ..blue..blue..chills like clue..

               ..then trough..go.go..
                                                  
                                  ..go through..

..please somebody stand 4 me....this is not going anywhere..3 try's to give a world a word..but..
     ..technology **** it all up..free mind & spirit..
             ..but not this fukin world..

               ...free ain't free..

          ..it's jail of of this destruction..

         ..yeah in peace..

               ..or in PEACE..

..eat your word..eat
                  ..em

               ..your word's..
     ..eat 'em..

             ..your word's.. what's the point..
           ..my words
                          
                               what' s the point..

      ..EVERYTHING..

..inside is outside..
       ..remember Leary..

     ..i'm going too fast that the letters don't keep up..
                
                         ..my body is still..
               ..but my mind is thousand miles ahead..

           ..killer walk the walk..
                                ..& and never..
             ..ever couldn't find his heart of living..
                          ..anywhere..

             ..wrong or less..

                                ..you all ways wait yourself..
                ..in the mirror of your heart..

                                    ..blessed by thy..
                           ..4..
                                                  ..wrong doing..

..go and figure..look at the mirror and
     find out
         if u really are the one that u believe at all..

      ..so are u there or do u just image it all..

       ..come on..hit your ball..

              ..or be a same doll to fall..

..**** of poetry..
.      there's no tomorrow..

        ..and **** flesh and it's poetry..

Go home and stay there..

     ..ooo..look out..there it is..

            ..total emptyness and pure solitude..

****..****..poetry..

         ..and you again like all ways..

Poetry is ****!

..innocent but still
             death skeleton's roaming
        in the dusty snow..filled with our own ash

      How can you make it it all right..
            how can you even
        wanna even look at it..
trough to your wrong or right idea's..idyll's..

        ..we're still all the same ****..
              ..dying to get free..

              trying to see the light in void...
                   that that's
            what we really are..

         ..scared and blind..

..a point going back to your house..
               ..what..food..drinking..

                                      ..POETRY..

i really don't wanna go back to my house..
        ..while it's a nice place..
                   ..but all ways it's jus depressio..tv o.d..
           ..no sleep..too much awake..

concrete..something to look forward to..word LOVE..

                           ..it's been so long..that i only have myself..

and that's the only place what is certain..warmth..

                            ..go steady..and be blessed..

            ..it's just you..

..i just really love the
      fight with myself..
..phenomena..
     just
         **** glorious..

..beginin' of a prodigy..pagan..
        ..pure & boring infant..beginin'..


..2 fight with one's.. & being happy
        about it..YOURS..

     ..but is it your choice..
               or ruled by
           some master of string's
     controlling us
like puppets..

               ..go an figure..
..or give it
         the finger..& enjoy..